In the 10 years since I moved to the Netherlands, I’ve been commuting to work – a minimum of 1 hour each direction the whole time. I don’t even want to count how many wasted hours that is in total, but there you go.
Now that we’re moving (and everything is set! Mortgage, house sold, all that stuff), my brain seems to be just done with this travel time. Even after a very relaxing 2 week vacation, I’m SO unmotivated in the mornings. And it’s not cause of my work, cause that’s still perfectly acceptable. Brain goes “nope”. I imagine it sounds kind of like when Lana in Archer says “nope”: